to the throne too So one day, to avoid his fate He danced his way right out the castle gates Never to be seen again (Thanks to Hollow Jones for these
the breeze When I heard a strange voice coming straight from the sea It was the voice of the Captain calling for me (Thanks to Hollow Jones for these
hum, a ditty ditty ditty dum She may be pretty With hair full of curls But don't let her fool you She's a tricky gypsy girl (Thanks to Hollow Jones
: Consume. Defecate. Consume again. Hollow and empty. Consume. And this is where we're at. Running in reverse. I'll tell you what you need to be through
burst into flames Psychological spit it like a person deranged [Necro] I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical Just statin' facts hollow
: (Harvy Schmidt/Tom Jones) Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so, mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when
type that have to shed blood Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped I'm still wit my hood, Hollow
that God damn trigger... one... two... [gunshot] And ya'll are proof, meet me back at the place (What in the hell) It's Jones, break him off! [Chorus
I speak for criminals Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a jones, more heads for
fuckin' curve jump You don't want beef wit my squad nigga jump Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga, so jump Stupid if you wanted dawg These hollow
There's a story to tell about mister Jones He rides adventure into the night Not a man of iron but a man with goals He opens dreams to let in light Breaking
Writer Earl Montgomery Copyright 1968 (with George Jones, Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris) The dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in me A
' 'El P is here to spark it' Alright bring that down though One two When I walk I stomp out messages MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear
, You National Geographic niggas is known for flippin This animal wildlife surround me I live in, and flow through the jungle At night on Expedition, I got a jones
Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Shyeah Keep ya eyes open For them jackers, baby It's goin' down Even though the laws patrollin' Them
Stompers JSPCD3406 Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com Now ruther be dead Sleepin' in a hollow log Now ruther be dead An sleepin' in a hollow log An to
without motion No spirit lives in there The cord had been broken His skin was reptile No life in there Not young not old A long hollow glare His breath
Consume. Defecate. Consume again. Hollow and empty. Consume. And this is where we're at. Running in reverse. I'll tell you what you need to be through
